319--Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,

Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,

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	1.	Come, Thou Fount of every blessing,
		Tune my heart to sing Thy grace;
		Streams of mercy, never ceasing,
		Call for songs of loudest praise.
		Jesus sought me when a stranger,
		Wand'ring from the face of God;
		He, to save my soul from danger,
		Interposed His precious blood.
	2.	O to grace how great a debtor
		Daily I'm constrained to be!
		Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter,
		Bind my wand'ring heart to Thee.
		Teach me, Lord, some rapturous measure,
		Meet for me Thy grace to prove,
		While I sing the countless treasure
		Of my God's unchanging love.
	3.	Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it;
		Prone to leave the God I love:
		Take my heart, oh, take and seal it
		With Thy Spirit from above.
		Rescued thus from sin and danger,
		Purchased by the Savior's blood,
		May I walk on earth a stranger,
		As a son and heir of God.